Imprudences

I love people. No matter being a novelist, a playwrite, a photographer, I am above all half a child who eternally wants to know who is who. At first sight, beyond a face, an attitude, a glance, I can see a figure, a style, an interior world—vibrant under moon or sun light, and the strength we all have to keep going under storms, doubts, laughs—to reach our secret paradises.